Oxfordian (pronounced ox-for-dee-en or ox-for-dee-an
(1) In geology, relating to or describing the Oxfordian age
or stage, a geological time interval in the Jurassic period between 163.5±1.0
Ma - 157.3±1.0 Ma or the stage of rocks (chiefly coral-derived limestones)
deposited during it.
(2) A theory of Shakespeare authorship; the view that Edward
de Vere (1550–1604), seventeenth Earl of Oxford, wrote the plays attributed to
William Shakespeare.
(3) A person or thing associated with the town of Oxford or (less
commonly), Oxford University.
1920s: The construct was Oxford + -ian. Oxford was first
settled by the Anglo-Saxons and was initially known as Oxenaforda (ford of the oxen), noted in Florence of Worcester's Chronicon ex chronicis (a kind of world history, written in Latin ehich begin's with God's creation and end in 1140); the river
crossing for oxen began circa 900.
To be or not to be tattooed
Theories the works of William Shakespeare (1564–1616) were written by someone other than the bard began to be published in the mid-nineteenth century and although Francis Bacon (1561–1626) was the most cited alternative, there were others and some suggested committees of co-authors. Edward de Vere (1550–1604), seventeenth Earl of Oxford, was mentioned in the earlier papers but it wasn’t until the helpfully named John Thomas Looney (1870–1944) published Shakespeare Identified (1920) that Lord Oxford was claimed to be the sole author. Few have been persuaded but Sigmund Freud (1856-1939) and two US Supreme Court judges were convinced Oxfordians.
One of Lindsay Lohan’s tattoos is "What Dreams May Come" which is from Hamlet’s (circa 1600) "To be, or not to be..." speech:
To be, or not to be:
that is the question:Whether 'tis nobler in
the mind to sufferThe slings and arrows
of outrageous fortune,Or to take arms against
a sea of troubles,And by opposing end
them? To die: to sleep;No more; and by a sleep
to say we endThe heart-ache and the
thousand natural shocksThat flesh is heir to,
'tis a consummationDevoutly to be wish'd.
To die, to sleep;To sleep: perchance to
dream: ay, there's the rub;For in that sleep of
death what dreams may comeWhen we have shuffled
off this mortal coil,Must give us pause:
there's the respectThat makes calamity of
so long life.
William Shakespeare, Hamlet, act 3, scene 1.
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